Twas the night before Christmas and all through our home
Three frisky labs did nothing but roam.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that rawhides soon would be there.
Occasionally the dawgs would lie down for a nap,
With Ma in her jammies and Pa in his cap.
Hunter snoozed and snored and kicked his back legs
While visions of dawg bones danced in his head.
Dixie settled on the sofa with a tiny little pout,
While keeping an eye on her sister's whereabouts.
Jenna stretched and turned, claiming the rest of the space,
Her paws were everywhere (including Dixie's face).
Gifts were under the tree just waiting to be opened;
A third arm for Mommy? The dawgs were hoping!
Soon will arrive good old Saint Nick
Getting down the chimney will be quite a trick!
He carries in his sleigh all our desires,
Good health and good cheer are all we require.
We're crossing our paws with all our might,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!